Rook & Rebel: A Novel (The Mavericks Book 1)

by Kate Crew

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know who I am, so it failed a little. I honestly wasn’t expecting him to run away that fast. I didn’t even get to do my speech. I couldn’t even compare him to running away like a girl. I think one of them would have even stayed longer. Shit, one of them did stay longer.”

Lmao

I planted my hands on his shoulders, lifting myself up onto the peg and swinging my leg over. “Oh. It’s like getting on a horse,” I said, trying to sit on the small seat. His head dropped forward, and I could feel him shaking now. “Are you laughing at me?” I asked. “I’ve just never had a girl say that as she got on top of me before.”

Lolol i love this banter already

“Yes,” he said over the bike. “You are on top of me. An arm around my waist or on the tank. You can hold on to me unless we stop or shift, then use the tank to hold yourself up. Don’t squeeze the fucking life out of me or I might leave you to walk. If you have a problem, tap me and I’ll stop. Don’t make me stop because you’re scared. Keep it to yourself. If you grab anything lower than my belt, that’s your own damn problem because I haven’t had a girl on the back of my bike in months and I guarantee you will be feeling something.” “Wow, there are a lot of rules, and I was kind of right about the being an asshole thing.” He turned until he could see me. “You absolutely were. Safety first, Rebel,” he said, slamming my visor down. “Now hold on.”

Dead

“You told me to . . . stop and get you a cookie?” “No, I want you to stop so I can get myself a cookie.”

I love her

Stupid. That’s me wrapped up in one word. Stupid. But it wasn’t enough to make me not find the man threatening my ex while eating a cookie attractive.

Facts are facta

“Going to run away from me again?” I asked, smiling as she scowled. “Yes.” “My favorite. Run, run, Rebel. I can chase you all night.”

Woof

Stalking a girl who preferred to lie in bed watching movies, reading, and ordering endless takeout was boring. It had been four days, and she had left the house two times.

A girl of my own heart

I listened, pulling out a new wrench. My eyes went wide as he stepped up next to me. “You want me to use this?”

I---

“It sounds like you’re trying to train me like a dog. Is it like, I hear pretty little slut and I come running?” “No running involved. You’ll just come.”

Pffft

“No? What were your ideas? Ritualistic killing? Violently torturing a man to death? Starting a cult?” “Well, those weren’t my first ideas, but I love where your mind is. A cult could be fun. Would you like to be the leader? We can start with ritualistic killings immediately. Should I assume the attitude means you’re feeling better?”

Lmao i love them

“Fine. I’ll go with you, so one, you don’t stalk me more, and two, I don’t wake up tomorrow with a permanent tattoo of your name on me.” He gave a satisfied groan, dropping to kiss me. “I change my mind. Please go on your date. Stalking you, killing him, tattooing my name on you. It sounds like my dream date.”

Hes so.... Sigh

Mason stared a moment longer before his face broke into a wide smile. “You show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair,” he said, but sat back, still smiling. “A guard dog?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook. “Woof,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

Lolololol

“Okay. You’re in charge.” “You’re going to give up the control, just like that?” “To you? Yes. Only you. I would bow at your fucking feet, Regan. You always have the control.”

Hes whipped

Do you know what a rook does in chess?” She shook her head, and I wrapped my arms around her. “He protects the queen. He can’t take her down, he can’t win against her, he only protects her. If you want to be queen of it all, I will cut down anyone in your way. I won’t stop you or lock you up, and yes, I would happily kill anyone who bothers you.”

I love this

“This woman,” he said through gritted teeth, “is named Candy, and she is now my fiance, so please, call her by her name.”

HOLY SHIT

“And I needed to talk to you before Elliot and I take off for a few days.”

This bitch

Elliot looked at me and then my dad, his face scrunching before he gave a small laugh. “Why would you need to help with the business?” Elliot asked. “I’ll be taking over most things with the business, and I don’t see what you being there would help. There’s no need to confuse people on who is in charge.”

Omg

There were only so many times you could drive up to your home, or anywhere that feels like home, and see it up in flames before you break.

Omg

“Your plan?” she asked, like the words left a bad taste in her mouth. “You are sick. You have a plan? To what? Kill my dad, ruin him? Use me to ruin him, and then what? Walk away when my life is in ashes and never talk to me again. What?”

Oh shut the fuck up Regan

“You can’t walk around thinking you’re my protector. I didn’t ask you to be. You think you need to protect everyone you care about to the point you are locking me in my room?”

Insufferable

“Why are you so sweet as you are locking me up like a prisoner?” I huffed, sitting back in my chair with a hard breath.

Youre pissing me off